Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.